Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.